Kianna Dior Gif Novels & Stories

Dom Kane ordered. Arianna’s hands were shaking as she reached for the straps on her dress. She pulled them down and had to peel the tight dress off her curvy body. She didn't mean to, but she ended up jiggling her ass while she pulled it down. Each of the men were smiling at her, one even rubbing his hands as Arianna stood in front of them in just a thong, bra, and high heels. "Do you have the plug in?" Dom Kane asked.

Kianna Trunt is her name, and former Abhaya Kienne Sahada is no longer with us. Hudson took the lead, with her close behind. She looked around and read every human movement; she didn't notice anything unusual, but everyone who passed by was staring at them. She was, in fact, wearing sunglasses. She wanted to laugh but didn't want to look like a lost model that day, so she followed Hudson's lead.

For the first time in my life, I orgasm and tingle all over—it feels so good! "Oh-my-god!" I cry out, panting like a freak. I open my eyes, facing Dior, who is gazing down upon me with a satisfied grin over his lips. His hair is messy from my fingers having run through it, and his teeth are pearly white. "Don't celebrate yet, Patricia," Dior widen his grin. "We aren't done yet." I stare at him standing over me and let my eyes fall to his enormous bulge. Dior gives me a knowing wink, and then his hands are removing his jeans, revealing grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a happy trail pointing down toward it.

Diane is so nice it's almost too good to be true and her friendship with Kiara is so cherished❤️sooo cute. Love you guys 🦋❤️

I'm crazy, I know. “ Kia, are you alright? Are you really going to dance with her?” Anakin had a genuine flabbergasted expression. “ Do I play silly pranks? If I asked her, then of course I'm going through with it,” Kia responded as we linked arms and walked to the center of the hall. “ Well, at least I get to have fun a little longer,” Anakin smiled in a defeated manner before walking over to one of the numerous group of girls fawning over him.

She was wearing same colour pearl footwear with dress . She applied moisturizer and another little touch up on her face. She applied her lip balm and perfume and She was ready to go .She doesn’t believe in makeup as it smudges on her face and she finds makeup a waste of time for her .Truth to be told She didn’t know how to do it . Kiara was a girl of 5” 4” inches height. She has brown eyes which always beam with happiness .Her waist length hair swayed on her back. She was having a mole on her chin .A mole on her neck and collarbone was also present.

Dante the little asshat, was on his tablet at a table. Rose and Lola were dancing, their little one fast asleep and being taken care of by one of the omegas. Raihana and Chris were sitting in the corner fucking making out. Me and Del were sitting around with Mom, Marcel, Kiara and Uncle Al. "I love how all of your dresses coordinated so nicely." Delsanra was saying, looking at Mom and Kiara. "I know, I think the pictures came out amazing!" Kiara added, holding out her phone. Kiara was in a pink gown, now that I think of it, there was a pattern going on between Mum, Kiara and Raihana, only my kitten was different. But then again, she would fucking stand out, even in a sack.

She would risk her own happiness to help me find mine and I loved her for it. “Thanks, but that dress wouldn't even cover half my ass.” I laughed. She started pulling clothes out by the dozens it seemed. Finally she settled on a black leather mini skirt and red tank top with a plunging neckline. She fixed my hair and make up without letting me take even a peek at a mirror. When she was done she finally let me get up and check myself out. I had to say I did look hot although I was a little scared I may be confused with a prostitute. “Kassius is going to shit himself when he sees you.” She gushed. “Seriously if he doesn't get a raging hard on immediately after laying eyes on you let him go bec

Cecilia with her rigid posture and perfectly placed pearls, Marissa with the blonde bob and a laugh too loud for private settings, and Helena, who observed more than she spoke. They all air kissed Diana as she took a seat. They all looked over dressed especially for a coffee date. Marissa leaned forward almost immediately, her manicured fingers hovering near Diana’s ankle. “Diana, your shoes are divine,” she said. “Are those from Paris?” Diana crossed her legs slowly, a smile broke on her face. “They are,” she replied smoothly. “Limited edition Dior. The winter release. They cost a fortune.” Marissa’s eyes widened. “Of course they did. They look like they did.”

Stricken with fear, I dared to twirl around and my eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I bumped into master Kieran. I choked hard, coughing loudly as I flew away from him. My eyes began to water both from fear of being caught and choking on the grape. “You must be enjoying yourself.” He finished with a nod. Although his tone was light, his eyes were anything but cool. A shiver ran through me when I dared to meet his eyes. Never have I seen a soul as empty as his. He looked so cold and defiant, like he had nothing to lose and only now, did I confirm the few rumors of some slaves that had been unfortunate enough to cross him.